I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
No subtext here. People are naked.
there may or may not be knives in your bed. I would check
Well, as a member of the greater american southwest gay community I just have to mark this as a total loss and you will be missed.
nope im down the street in my car watching the front of her house. its actually less creepy than it sounds
He said he was trying to live vicariously through me. I didn't have the heart to tell him that meant he was vicariously fucking his best friend.
Hey so when you left last night was i wearing shoes?
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
I fingered myself to realization that I don't need birth control if there is never a guy.
So the woman who sold us weed at the park is pregnant. With another small child. And the basket she used to carry the joints is decorated with Barney stickers.
She's like a yuppie Nancy Botwin. She just gets better and better.
Guess who just enrolled into online classes at Hogwarts? This gal.
Me and you. The most fucked up people on the planet drinking together. Hell yeah
Her boyfriend offered to buy me a vibrator. I'm not sure how to feel about that.
Tomorrow night, I am putting you In my trunk. No excuses we have waited forever for this.
I have just received a gold-medal-deserving sext. He wrote me a fucking novel. Not only am I incredibly turned on but I am beyond impressed. He is the sext god. I must bow to him.
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